I believe in the institution of marriage, and I intend to keep trying till I get it right.

Pryor’s line plays as a self-deprecating defense of an ideal (marriage) paired with an admission of personal failure at living up to it. The humor hinges on treating repeated marriages not as hypocrisy but as “practice”—a stubborn optimism that the institution is sound even if the individual is flawed. It also reframes serial attempts as perseverance rather than instability, turning a potentially scandalous biographical fact into a comic ethic: keep recommitting, keep learning, keep trying to do better. In Pryor’s broader comedic persona, such candor about messy private life becomes a way to puncture moral posturing and invite empathy through laughter.